So this is what we are going to do. Absolutely nothing. We going to get up, go to work and wait for them to come get us. How absolutely pathetic and boring and so docile. There is no fight, there is no stand, there is no right to life and no sense of injustice, there is compliance, greed and just keep on doing what we are doing without even trying to protest. We actually don't care that our ocean.....water....our bodies are 70-80% water, is poisoned and life on this planet is dying and Nibiru is approaching, but hey, it's okay, it's just another day in paradise.
I awoke from a bad dream and I was aware I felt edgy, as I went through the motions of a morning routine, I found myself acknowledging that lately I was angry at everything. This is NOT my character, I am easy going, will get hurt but will make sure everyone around me has their needs met, so where was motivating this anger? I sat back and smoked a joint and for the very first time in forever found myself composing a song. In fits of giggles I called my sister and began singing the song that goes like this: Diagnosing, diagnosing, we diagnosing, just diagnosing always knowing, we diagnosing, can you hear us? Would you care? (sung to the tune of Sailing) If you lived in this house being one of the three determinedly opinionated women, you could well imagine. The song died and suddenly I began to pour my heart out. My husband works away and I have NOT seen him for a year! When he returns home, I want him to quit his job and stay at home. I have my re...
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